Phoenix Wright Ace Attorney: Turnabout Vampire
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~Chapter 10 Start~
It was a moment to be remembered. A smile made it's way onto Edgeworth's face though he tried to suppress his happiness. He stood from his desk and calmly walked over knowing full well if he moved to quickly he would only scare Phoenix. As he came closer he was shocked when Phoenix pulled him into a tight embrace. Over the years Phoenix had lost weight. The work he did for the other clan was small but it kept him in shape. But the effect of being separated from other humans for so long began to wear on his mind. Both men had changed during their time apart and with yet another reunion they learned how to be themselves again. At least in front of each other.
The other two vampires had left the men to be alone. They had decided to set their plans into motion. Getting to work on dealing with Avery while the getting's good. Both of the girls knew it wasn't a time for rest and were off to the libraries for the night leaving the halls quiet and peaceful. The rest of the clan either out hunting or chilling out in their that moment of peace everything seemed hopeful, wonderful, right. Edgeworth wished with all of his might that a moment like that could last forever, but it wont. Once that thought hit his mind he was forced to frown. He carefully pulled away from Phoenix looking him in the eye. He asked the basic questions, "Are you alright? Do you need anything to eat? To drink? I have a room prepared for you when you're ready to sleep."
Phoenix laughed slightly at Miles. He answered the questions in order being careful not to worry the other man. "Yes I'm fine. I don't need anything right now. And thanks. I was starting to lose my mind back there being by myself." Phoenix let out a half hearted sigh running a hand through his over grown hair. He muttered softly without putting much thought into it. "I really need a hair cut…". Miles couldn't help but let a small chuckle slip at the stray comment. Not minding the new look but missing the spiky style from years past. When he took a chance to look at himself he noticed full well that he hadn't changed much. His taste in clothes was drastically altered over the years. His clothes were just as stylish as ever. Just darker, but could you ever blame him. You live in the dark, you become dark.
The night was almost over Miles leading Phoenix to his room before heading to his own room. He tried to keep him close. At least a door away. With the things going on you couldn't help but be paranoid. The uneasy shadows shifting around the roomand the chance of an old face appearing around any corner would scare anyone with something to lose.